Sasuke Uchiha found the front door to the Uchiha manor unlocked. He slid the door open, kunai in hand, only to find the Lord Hokage on his couch. Sighing, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
"What do you need?"
"We have an assignment for you. We found a girl in the household of a known Akatsuki member, chained in the basement. She may be a spy. The village doesn't trust her, and we need her supervised. An adult would be suspicious."
"So you need me to spy on her."
"We need you to move in with her."
Sasuke's eyes widened, his brows lifting slightly as he clutched the edge of a table.
"She's an orphan. She's about your age, twelve or so. And you don't have much of a choice."
Sasuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You're going to be living in the same building as Naruto Uzumaki. Pack your things."
Sasuke hadn't realized he was gripping the kunai with such force, but he stabbed it into the mahogany wood of the table, splintering the wood as he made his way to the bedroom. He folded his clothing army-style into a duffel bag, two kunai and five shuriken.
When he emerged from his bedroom, the man was no longer there. In his place on the couch was a key and a slip of paper with his new address on it.
Sasuke grunted, locking the door behind him and taking his time going to the new neighborhood he lived in.
When he entered the apartment, he saw a short girl with waist-length white hair. She looked up and made eye contact, her red eyes on his black ones, and he had a shock before realizing that it wasn't Sharingan. He would've sensed it.
"Albinism."
She whispered, breaking eye contact.
"My body isn't capable of making pigment. Are you..."
She paused.
"Are you Uchiha-san?"
"Sasuke."
He winced at her calling him by his last name. He set down his bag, walking into the room that didn't have her things in it, door open so as to keep an eye on her.
Later that night, he heard a sniffle, then a choked sob, followed by hitched breaths as she cried herself to sleep.